Sorry guys. No real post.
I had a beautiful afternoon at the ballet at the Met in Manhattan this afternoon.
It’s very convenient to go into the city because I can walk easily to and from the commuter railroad.
About 100 feet from my building is a new traffic light.
with a large steel box protruding deeply into the sidewalk. WTF? What idiot does that? They won’t even let you turn right on a red light around here!
It was about 6:15 and I was almost home. See the sun? It was in my eyes and so my head was naturally down. I walked straight into this box. Didn’t see a thing, except stars. The pole itself, is way too far in, but then the box is hanging in the MIDDLE of the sidewalk! They put this up very recently.
At least I had the presence of mind to take the pics with my phone.
See, where the green grass starts? That’s my building and the sidewalk narrows there. I was where I was supposed to be.
Shame on you City of Yonkers Department of Transportion!
The top of the box is the same height as me with shoes on! It’s held on with straps and should’ve been hung at least two feet higher.
I went inside my apartment and stuck an ice pack on the wound.
But, after a few minutes and feeling nauseous, I took a look and saw already that it was swollen and purple-ish.
I googled it and it said if you hit your head and feel nauseous to go to the ER, so I did and they said that I needed to have a CT scan.
World’s worst photo of me. Cell phone distortion, but you can see the bump. Fortunately, everything checked out okay, but I kept thinking about poor Natasha Richardson and how she didn’t get medical help and then died.
Otherwise, I’m fine, but tired. So I apologize; no blog post tonight.
I just didn’t want anyone to worry. And please don’t!
I’ll try to have it out tomorrow evening.
UPDATE – TUESDAY JUNE 5TH
Thank you so much for all of your kind wishes. I always learn from you guys too and I did take your advice and have been resting.
Here’s what else I’ve done.
I did call the city department of traffic engineering and the dude was quite defensive.
“Well, M’am. [my name is Laurel, thank you.] I can’t promise that we’ll be able to move it… [you can’t be serious] and it meets the four foot clearance minimum.”
What clearance? It’s hanging out in the middle of the sidewalk. If the box went down to the ground, I would have SEEN IT! I would’ve seen it, if it had even been even two feet lower, but since the box is my height, and my head was bent down a little and there was intense sun glare, I did not see it.
But I also filed a police report and the officer was sympathetic and also wondered why things had been done as they had been.
And I’ve contacted a lawyer. Just heard back and he said that it’s probably not worth anyone’s while because it isn’t “bad enough.”
How am I feeling?
Well, I’m not in pain, except for my neck, which was already a little out of whack. But maybe a little fuzzier than my usual fuzzy. However, I haven’t had any exercise, and yes, I’ve been taking it easy.
Update September 15th 2019
Below is the permanent solution.
Yep. Those babies are riveted into the concrete. Could this monstrosity be any uglier?